Chapter 139 Bloody Hands Slaughter



There is indeed a problem in the north, and it is quite serious.

The alien race that was defeated many times in the past has made a comeback again.

The border was knocked again and again, between the white mountains and black waters.

But before coming here, I had never heard of any major war in the north. The imperial court had no news at all. At most, they would make a small mention of it in some memorials. The northern barbarians were not to be feared and would only occasionally close the border.

Only after coming here did I understand what occasionally meant.

Small-scale southward movements have become the norm, and real large-scale troop operations are only occasional, but not so occasional anymore.

Once the temperature starts to drop and the mountains are about to be closed by heavy snow, they will rush south regardless of everything to plunder supplies.

But this kind of life is not disappointing for a man.

You have to go through a life of war and battle.

Ever since the Book of Life and Death no longer predicts my future, I know clearly that I am one of the fragments of time of that original body.

Then in such activities and actions, I can be as bold as possible to try things that I wanted to do but didn't dare to do before.

Because I was an outstanding graduate of the Martial Arts Academy, I was assigned as a Du Bo right after I started working, and I had fifty people under me.

Moreover, as long as I make some military achievements, or stay at the grassroots level for a period of time, I can easily be promoted to a general of hundreds.

The premise is to survive.

The northern ethnic minorities have always been despised by civil officials and considered not to be a threat.

In fact, their strength is very strong. Officially, they are called the Northern Barbarians.

Those who are tall and strong and can survive in the most bitter and cold places are all people with extremely strong physiques. Natural selection makes them stronger than the previous generation, and the weak ones have all died.

Their physique is similar to that of demons and is extremely outstanding.

Moreover, they were not like those described in the books written by civil officials, who were ignorant of warfare and only relied on brute force.

Their wisdom is not inferior to that of the people of Daxia, otherwise they would not have fought against Daxia for hundreds of years with both victories and defeats.

In terms of weapons, they could not compare with the weapons, armor, bows and crossbows, and artillery specially smelted by the Daxia Military Department, but in terms of warfare and bravery, they were not inferior to anyone.

I have fought them head-on and encountered many small groups of barbarians moving south.

They are powerful and move quickly, and small groups of elite troops are constantly moving south, making them quite difficult to resist.

Real military life is completely different from what I imagined.

The strict enforcement of orders makes people feel depressed all the time.

I have been at the border for many years, and what impressed me most was the coldness that seemed to penetrate into my bones.

In the coldest seasons, knives would stick to your hands and the icy armor would tear the flesh off your body.

Before this deep cold, there was a period when the northern barbarians moved south on a large scale.

They would rush south frantically at all costs in order to plunder enough supplies for the winter.

During my third year at the border, I could hardly remember how many times I had encountered the northern barbarians.

But I still remember the excitement, the thrill, and the hot blood in my heart when I first saw the northern barbarians.

I became the gatekeeper and could manage 500 people.

But I no longer have the initial excitement in my heart, and the military is not as pure as I imagined, and there are also various factions.

I am from Jiangnan and graduated from Longxing Martial Arts Academy. In the eyes of many people, I am a pure southern martial artist.

All aspects of promotion will be affected. It is not obvious in the early stage, but it will become more and more obvious as you continue to move up.

During these three years, I forged ahead courageously.

A huge number of enemies were killed, and in the most successful battle, a team of a thousand men was annihilated.

Logically speaking, this was a glorious victory.

But I was only promoted to the rank of Yamen General, not even the rank of Cavalry Commander.

This is actually quite infuriating.

However, the higher-ups also gave an explanation. My qualifications were too shallow. I had only been in the North for three years. Although I had made many contributions, my qualifications were too shallow and did not meet the promotion process. I thought about it and reluctantly accepted it.

Although I could see that they really didn't want me to improve to a higher level, after years of experience with the Book of Life and Death, I didn't improve much in other aspects, but my vision did improve a lot.

He has a good understanding of all kinds of human relationships and social practices.

Two years later, my peers who had made far less contributions than me were promoted to cavalry captains, each commanding more than 2,000 men.

And I still didn't get promoted, but someone gave me a tip that the superiors thought I was too ignorant.

I gave the commander a thousand-year-old ginseng that I intercepted from outside the Great Wall.

Then the thing that had been holding me back for more than two years finally came true. In just two days, I was appointed as the Cavalry Inspector.

And afterwards, my boss gave me some very considerate advice.

"As a southerner in the north, you're naturally labeled as a southerner. It'll be difficult for you to truly rise up. You should have come here a long time ago..."

"Everything in the military is based on merit, but often it's not just about strength; you also need to be able to read people's expressions."

I have no comment. The area outside the Great Wall is barren, and the area inside the Great Wall is actually not very rich either. With years of fighting, a huge amount of supplies are consumed.

The supplies provided to the military are not in short supply, but they are not abundant either. Especially in recent years, the northern ethnic groups have always been in a weak state in official war reports, and the official authorities have not taken them seriously.

Therefore, training in the army, especially in the middle and late stages, is quite difficult.

But for me, it’s not that difficult.

Although the Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is a Buddhist practice, it does not emphasize compassion, benevolence, righteousness, and morality. As long as you can eliminate enough obsessions, you can improve step by step.

When it comes to the depth of obsession, no one has more obsession than the northern barbarians. In the wars between countries, the northern barbarians have been moving south all year round and have committed countless killings at the border.

Moreover, these obsessions are quite simple, often just stabbing a barbarian or killing a barbarian, which is very easy to accomplish.

I travel around all year round to collect many obsessions, and when facing the barbarians, I bravely move forward without regard for my own safety.

Most of the time even my superiors had to admire me. My nickname in the army was Bloody Hands Butcher because during one of my operations, I fought bravely and won, all my weapons and armor were broken, but I still managed to kill hundreds of barbarians with my bare hands, and my hands were soaked in blood.

Therefore, he was called the Bloody Hand Butcher.

After five years of bloody battles in the north, ordinary people would have suffered hidden injuries and found it unbearable. However, I made breakthroughs again and again in such a harsh environment and reached the Grandmaster level at a time when no one knew about it.

However, I did not publicize it and chose to hide it because I felt that there were some problems in the military.

The weapons and armor of the elite barbarian soldiers on the other side are not much different from those of Daxia, and can even be said to be exactly the same.

I feel like there's a big problem here.

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